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Post by Zerori on Oct 23, 2018 23:37:22 GMT -5
It was luck that she had landed on Earth of all planets, even if she didn’t realize the fortune at first. Whilst recovering, she had been rather hyper-fixated on Kamui and what kind of scheme he had to humiliate her further since sparing her life. He certainly didn’t seem to be the compassionate type, so it wouldn’t surprise her if he was going to throw her into an impossible situation like the Galactic Empire.
And oh… what a surprise it was for Zerori to realize – all to late – whom she had run into. It wasn’t until she had a good long think that she had realized that the mission she’d taken to ‘pursue an Arcosian Pirate’ would actually lead her into a frontal confrontation. Fat lot of good that did her, in the end. She had parted with her newest ally rather suddenly after recovering a bit more from her wounds, and easily commandeered a flying vehicle to make it back towards West City. Her ship, hopefully, would still be there and she could report in with a very vague lie that the Empire would at least accept on account of her being so ‘incompetent’.
She was currently en route, leisurely enjoying a nap, when the sound of an alarm caught her attention. With a stern expression, she discerned the instruments to learn that the fuel was less than she had to reach her destination and she was FAR from West City. More so, she was damn near in the middle of the ocean and she hardly expected the Earthlings to make this plane boat-friendly either. With a quick scan of their radar system, an island was close enough for her to land safely. Getting back on track to West City, however…
Well, she might need some time away from civilization to put some practice in, anyway.
Once she’d landed suitably, the first step she’d taken out had her staring in awe at the lustrous green that surrounded her. It was a struggle to find the flat surface that she had, forcing her to stick to the coasts. The visage of the jungle wasn’t nearly as intimidating as some worlds that she had been on, but for the planet Earth – it was impressive. When she’d gaped until satisfied, Zerori turned back to the plane and frobbed the hull for a few moments; she grinned upon finding the button and pressed in, enjoying the way it exploded into seemingly nothing to reveal an unassuming capsule. The plane would come in handy, assuming she found the fuel necessary to power it or… hopefully, didn’t need it at all.
Zerori held her stomach with a grimace as it growled angrily, pains of hunger giving her the perfect motivation to search the forest and tag a kill. "With any luck, this place is completely uninhabited," She declared as she stomped her way into and through the forest.
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@amatricina
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2018 1:04:14 GMT -5
Amatricina had just finishing up her morning meditation when she felt it, the unknown power level. The demoness stood at the top of the aptly renamed Mount Tartaros, or "Poco Poco Volcano" as the earthlings knew of it as, looking out over what had effectively become her island. Still shaking the last droplets of lava out of her hair, the fire demon had felt a peculiar power level coming out of the east. She tracked it with her mind's eye, groaning to herself as it drew closer to her location. She thought herself spotted, her guise compromised. This small island was the only place isolated enough on this world the demon could wear her true form. She tired of adopting a mortal guise and avoiding the use of her powers and magics. The sooner she learned whatever secrets this planet held on her five star gem, the better. She could return to her home realm and begin collecting the arms to unleash the magic they contained within. The unknown energy came closer and closer to the demon's location, clearly whoever it was had sensed her demonic ki somehow. Had she lost focus in her training and let too much of her true power slip out? Was this some earthling science that could detect even suppressed power levels? Too many questions, not enough time for answers. Amatricina channeled her dark magics, slipping back into her human guise. A tight red top, low cut with a bare midriff, exposing a more than generous amounts of cleavage instantly replaced her typical red and gold metal brassiere. Her normally wild mane of ruby hair was fashioned into a long braided ponytail that trailed down to the small of her back. The demon's great crown of black horns were hidden away, replaced only by a simple black headband in their place. Figure hugging black leggings only further accentuated the voluptuous fire demon's curvaceous figure. Her armored heels were traded out for humble hiking boots, and the normally ostentatious amount of jewelry the demoness wore was replaced by simple ruby and gold earrings and gold bracelets about her wrists. Last, but perhaps most important, Amatricina's normally crimson gaze was exchanged for soft blue eyes. She inspected her form, always impressed by her own magical craftsmanship. She was getting rather good at adopting her human guise at a moment's notice. Perhaps that was a sign she was spending too long on this accursed planet? The demoness had just enough time after donning her disguise to take note of the small aircraft flying over the island. It came swooping in low, landing somewhere off in the jungles. It confused her to no end, as the power level on board was not neither human ki or weak enough to merit flying. Curious, she mused to herself, before making off for the landing site. She could just stay in hiding and wait until they went away. Hell, she had been meditating at the base of an active volcano minutes ago, few creatures could survive the intense heat to even investigate down there. But curiosity had taken root of the demoness, and against her better judgement she continued on. Though she avoided flying in order to maintain some level of secrecy, the demoness did run across the jungle landscape at incredible speeds. Leaping bounds and inhumanely long jumps would have given her away in an instant, but the dense jungle foliage kept visibility rather low as she traveled. Amatricina slowed down to more appropriate speeds as she got closer to the spot the air craft had made landfall, and the unknown power level. As she drew closer she swore she had felt this power before. It was so familiar, she couldn't place it. There was Saiyan energy, that much she'd grown more familiar with since her encounter with the Saiyan known as Gurki. But the other aspects of the energy... they felt... Demonic??? It could not be, could it? Amatricina questioned herself, thinking what were the odds. Still doubting her own ki senses, Amatricina rounded the last bend expecting to see the aircraft any second now. She was greeted only to an open clearing and tire tracks in the grass. She heard a voice she hadn't heard in over a decade. Well, not the same voice, it had matured considerably since last she had heard it. The demoness moved with blinding speed, leaving a rush of wind behind her that rustled leaves and kicked up vines as she closed the remaining distance to her target. She came to stop just inches in front of the young woman, hands on her wide hips as the woman walked face first into the sudden appearance of Amatricina's considerable endowments before her. "Little Zerori..." She said sweetly, a wicked smile crossing the demoness' ruby lips. "I don't suppose you remember who I am, have you?" Her question was beyond facetious, but she loved asking it anyways.
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Post by Zerori on Oct 28, 2018 4:24:43 GMT -5
Passing into the shade, away from the sun bearing down in clear skies, Zerori hadn’t made many tracks before the scent of a someone nearby caught her attention – closing in VERY fast. By the time her foot had met the ground, Zerori’s eyes were wide with the introduction of some rather large (and more importantly sudden) breasts. With a cry of surprise, Zerori jumped backwards – face flushed as she took in the unfamiliar face that tangled with the barely-there scent of someone she knew long ago. The woman didn’t look like anyone she knew, though the same couldn’t be said for her. At their question, Zerori’s eyes firmly stared at the strange woman before she responded gruffly, “Y-Yeah, no. Haven’t been on this planet long enough to know many humans…”
She had hoped to have kept it that way, too. “How do you know me? Somethin’ about you doesn’t feel right,” She took a hesitant step forward, wary of the strange smell that didn’t go with the appearance of a human. The only person she could think of with a smell like this was… Oh, fuck, it can’t be that Demon from over a decade ago, could it?! She tilted her head, a raised eye brow in question before she asked, “A-Amatricina?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2018 13:08:51 GMT -5
The buxom woman gave a wry smirk, nodding once in acknowledgement. "In the flesh! Well... the mortal flesh anyways..." Amatricina raised a hand, sky blue eyes beginning to shimmer with fiery light. She snapped her fingers and a pyre of flame encircled her body. The flames seemed to materialize, becoming a molten substance that quickly coalesced and formed the demoness' tell tale outfit of sinfully revealing armor. Her human clothes burned away in a flurry of cinders as the demon's four black horns emerged from beneath her mane of crimson hair. The transformation took only a few seconds, but Amatricina paused to inspect herself as she finished, admiring her handiwork and inspecting her magically created attire for even the slightest imperfections. It felt good to be out of her mortal disguise, once more walking around in her own skin. "There... that's much better..." The demoness cooed, turning her attention back to the woman before her. Zerori had grown considerably since last they had met, no longer the young girl investigating an occult temple she had no business entering. Now a fully grown adult she was no longer barely half the demoness' height. This was not to say Amatricina hadn't grown either, but her race was long lived, with elder fire demons living over six thousand years before succumbing to old age. Ten years to Zerori had been a good portion of her life, but to Amatricina it had been merely a drop in a very large bucket. As a result, the demoness looked as if she'd barely changed a day, save for her hair which was admittedly a few inches longer. Even now their heights were rapidly closing in on each other, though Amatricina still held a few inches lead, more so in her armored gilded heels. The demon's cheerful expression and casual tone quickly grew much colder and more severe. Her gaze narrowed, as she inspected the half-breed before her. Zerori was hardly in what she would consider 'peak condition', it was clear she was recovering from injuries, tired, and likely quite hungry. Amatricina had seen first hand a Saiyan's ravenous appetite in her brief travels with Gurki, it exceeded even her own. Perhaps they'd seek out something to eat after introductions were concluded. "Zerori..." Her tone was that of a mother scolding her child for sneaking out of the house after curfew. "You look terrible, I can tell you're exhausted, and there is a reason I can sense all that wrath bottled up inside you. Tell me what happened child, you are a half-demon, not a lowly imp that crawled out from the black pits. Perhaps my instructions when we last met fell on deaf ears?" Her last remark was facetious as her earlier comments. Though she did want the girl to keep from embarrassing the word demon, she was genuinely concerned for what had happened to her. This... motherly affection for a half breed was somewhat atypical. But in the land of mortals, even a half breed was the closest thing the demoness had to kin.
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